For Mom and Apple Pie

Mom

If I close my eyes, I can smell tangy citrus mingling with the aroma of warm butterscotch. A feathery light, golden yellow cake appears in my mind, glistening with a sweet drizzly glaze, sparkling with lemon zest – my mother’s unique and lovely Lemon Bundt Cake.

My mother, Evelyn, cooked with the hands of her mother before her, and her mother’s mother before that. Flavors, methods, timing so ingrained, memories and tradition moving seamlessly from generation to generation. No written recipes required.

Evelyn, age 3, was already learning to cook

I have so many vivid memories of my mother, all circling neatly around food and cooking. Easter lamb cakes were an institution. Mom had an old cast iron mold which had been handed down for many years. The mold came in two parts and the trick, apparently, was to fill one to the brim with batter, then place the other side down on top, with the cake expanding to perfectly fill the form and create the lamb shape.

Nearly ancient lamb mold…

with broken ear

 These cakes were usually a traditional white or yellow batter, but once in awhile, Mom would bake a special chocolate lamb. After cooling, the lambs were covered with frosting and liberally covered with a flaky coconut “wool”. Jelly bean eyes and noses were added, and cheery ribbons tied around their necks. Finally, the lamb would be nestled on a plate of lush Easter basket grass and adorned with an assortment of candies.

When I moved to the West Coast, Mom baked one of these specialties, then held it on her lap for the seven-hour flight (not counting the layover in Chicago) so it would arrive in pristine condition. I wish she had carried the cake mold instead, and shown me how to bake one.

Cross-country travelling lamb

When my sister and I tried to make our own lamb cake a few years back, we weren’t able to get the two cake halves to meld properly, so the lamb was slightly anemic and its head extremely wobbly. We stuck a few toothpicks through the dough, to no avail. The lamb took on a rakish, disapproving look (sorry, no pictures of that one).

Long before the word “antioxidant” came into daily use, my mother introduced me to pomegranates, teaching me to cautiously free the tiny ruby gems from their thin, otherworldly membrane. The obvious reward found as each tiny, sweet-tart juicy seed burst upon my tongue. I learned to remove stubborn pistachios from their shells without staining my fingers, when nuts were still saturated in red food dye #2. Even now, the taste of pistachio brings me back to my childhood kitchen table. And I ate fluffy Armenian string cheese, following Mom’s example of patiently separating the little strands of cheese, recapturing errant nigella seeds, then popping a well-earned bite of fluffy, aerated delight into my mouth.

But best of all was Mom’s apple pie. Apples blended to perfection, with just the right amount of cinnamon to add a pleasing tingly sensation with each bite. Juicy, not soggy; sweet, not grating; topped with intricate latticework and baked to a golden brown. The little bit of extra dough and apple slices were always put to good use.

Apples

Sometimes, there would be a tiny doll-size pie, perfect for tea party play. But more often, Mom would roll out a couple of extra lattice strips, sprinkle them with sugar and cinnamon, place an apple slice or two on top, then roll them up and bake them until just crisped. My sister and I called them Apple Roll-Ups. A gift of food, certainly, but even way back then, we knew they were really a gift of love.

Mom, my big sister Janet, and me

So, for Mom and apple pie, and for future generations who may have some wonderful food-filled memories of their own, I am documenting all my recipes.

What are your memories?

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23 Comments on “For Mom and Apple Pie”

  1. July 19, 2012 at 5:06 pm #

    Lovely!

    • July 19, 2012 at 5:20 pm #

      Thank you! Wish I had better photos…

  2. Jef Mirabelli
    July 19, 2012 at 7:46 pm #

    Great stuff Alison!

  3. July 30, 2012 at 9:30 pm #

    Those sound like wonderful memories :)

  4. lemonodyssey
    August 26, 2012 at 9:46 pm #

    I love the story of her taking the decorated lamb on the seven-hour flight! Lovely tribute to your mother. (I still want to find out more about nigella seeds….)
    Toby

    tobykitchen.wordpress.com

    • August 26, 2012 at 10:05 pm #

      Thanks, Toby! My Mom was one of a kind. Nigella seeds are tiny black seeds from a plant native to parts of Europe, Africa, and Asia. They have a deep, concentrated flavor that works well with mild string cheese.

      I look forward to reading your essays. You are a very talented writer!

      Best, Alison

  5. August 28, 2012 at 7:37 pm #

    Such a lovely post! I’m glad I found you (so thank you for stopping by so I could!) and look forward to diving in and exploring your blog :)

    • August 28, 2012 at 8:21 pm #

      Thank you cozy! That would have made my Mom happy. I look forward to getting to know you!
      Alison

      • August 28, 2012 at 9:03 pm #

        And I look forward to getting to know you, too! :)

  6. Truly Scrumptious
    September 3, 2012 at 12:41 am #

    Thanks for liking my apple pie post. I like yours! I worked as a photo archivist for many years, so I especially like your old family photos in this post.

    • September 3, 2012 at 10:19 am #

      Thank you! Your apple pie looked truly scrumptious, and you know I love apple pie! Old photos are wonderful – a glimpse into the past. What kind of photos did you archive?

  7. Truly Scrumptious
    September 3, 2012 at 3:51 pm #

    I worked at the Provincial Archives of Alberta as the Photo, Film and Sound Archivist, and the photos were anything to do with Alberta’s history: personal and family photos, pioneer life, early city street-scapes, First Nations, historic events, photojournalism, industry, nature, you name it! I have always found personal and family photos to be the most compelling, especially images of pioneer prairie women.

    • September 3, 2012 at 6:55 pm #

      How cool! I lived in Washington state for 10 years, and got the chance to go to Alberta several times. It is beautiful. The pioneers who settled out there had to be tough, for sure, to make it through the long winters! Do you still have some of those old photos?

  8. Truly Scrumptious
    September 5, 2012 at 12:08 pm #

    Washington State and New York are beautiful places too! I get digital scans made of some of the archival photos to use in some of my paintings. The archives’ collection is fabulous. If you want to look at the PAA’s collection, you could spend a few hours getting lost in them here https://hermis.alberta.ca/paa/Default.aspx?CollectionID=2

    • September 5, 2012 at 12:41 pm #

      Thanks! I will check that out!

  9. Patricia K. Howard
    September 11, 2012 at 12:21 pm #

    What beautiful and warm stories of your family. Recipes are mouthwatering. Thank You! .

    • September 11, 2012 at 12:50 pm #

      That’s so sweet! Thank you!!

  10. August 24, 2013 at 1:25 pm #

    This is a lovely tribute!

  11. August 31, 2013 at 1:37 pm #

    Nice photos, great tribute and what an awesome lamb shape!

    • August 31, 2013 at 2:41 pm #

      Thanks, Cardinal! I still have the lamb, but haven’t figured out how to make a decent cake. ;-)

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